No longer having any idealistic axe to grind, creative work becomes less urgent. The title of a
recent work, 'The Disenchanted Id
implies a happy acceptance of the full cycle of a full life. Much of the art
I produced seems to have been autobiographical. Bits of the almost destroyed 'Blue Torso, Green Hand'
were left around
and not wishing to send my 'Pygmalion' into complete oblivion, I enclosed them in a wall box
('Mausoleum 2000') and modelled a miniature reminder of the original as a keepsake. Latterly I
rescued the wooden patterns for an aluminium cast of a 1964 mandala work 'Circle, Hand and Heart'
and produced two
new works. I never considered myself a sculptor in the literal sense of the word, merely someone
who strove to make whatever imperative image appeared in his mind.